Chapter 22

Archer.

I hurried Katrina onto the bike, her eyes wide with lingering terror. “Get on!” I urged, my voice sharper than I intended. We couldn’t stay here. Not with that thing lurking.

She climbed on, clutching me tightly as I revved the engine and took off. The roar of the bike drowned out the pounding of my heart, but I couldn’t shake the image of that creature from my mind. My eyes flicked to the side mirror, catching a glimpse of it shifting into a shadowy figure that seemed to melt into the darkness.

“Archer, what was that thing?” Katrina’s voice was a mix of fear and confusion, her grip tightening around my waist.

“I don’t know,” I admitted, keeping my eyes on the road. “But we’re not sticking around to find out.”

We sped down the deserted streets, the wind whipping past us. I felt her trembling against my back, and I wished I could offer more reassurance. But the truth was, I had no idea what we were up against.

“Where are we going?” she asked, her voice muffled by the wind and h